falling sick.
must be the kids at the centre.


can someone be so drawn to a sport this way.
be enthralled by every aspect of it.
technique, game play, psyche.
is it possible to feel the game like its part of your being.
how every stroke is but another pulse of blood through your veins.
and every lunge, like another breath drawn.
this is what badminton is to me.
something natural, instinctive, comforting.
an implicit acceptance.
love.


first driving lesson on tuesday.
though i'd prefer to be driven.


waiting on a sunday afternoon
for what i read between the lines
your lies.

perfection at 4:17 PM